The originally exhausted Mou Wen thought she could fall asleep quickly, but she just kept her eyes open, completely awake.
Perhaps seeing that person sohow affected her sleep.
For the past three years, life has propelled her forward, spinning around like a top every day without a mont’s respite.
Until two months ago, when her father passed away, it was the exorbitant dical expenses that lifted their burden off her.
The person she encountered at the entrance of Cappuccino, she didn’t recognize at the first instant, but only for that mont.
Even a brief glance left a clear imprint in her mind.
Navy sweater, slim-fit trousers, still as poised and flawless as she rembered.
Just more reserved and mature now.
In the darkness, Mou Wen, disturbed by soone’s figure, curled her lips into a mocking smile.
Bo, Zhi.
Uttering this na aloud, she suddenly realized that he seed like soone she had known in a past life.
Of course, they weren’t really familiar, rely alumni where she chased and he evaded.
Their only bit of intersection now is a source of embarrassnt.
Perhaps, in his mory, she was nothing more than a complete joke.
Her life is in shambles now, a world apart from such a prodigal talent.
They would have no intersection in the future either.
She instinctively tightened her hold on her child and dozed off in a daze.
...
Despite sleeping late, at six thirty the next day, her biological clock invariably woke her up.
In that first year, she was nearly driven insane by the complexities of life.
However, as day after day passed, what initially seed impossible beca natural, habits are frightening things.
They teach you all the pain of life and make you accept it unconditionally.
She suddenly understood that human potential is limitless.
Carefully taking away her son’s hand, she dressed and left the room, the maid had already prepared breakfast.
Seeing her co out, the maid hurriedly said, "Xiaomou, was Mumu sleeping with you last night?
I intended to co out last night, but upon hearing your voice, I didn’t; Mumu didn’t want to co out before."
Mou Wen thought for a mont then understood her son’s intention and smiled, telling the maid, "It’s alright, thank you;
Staying up late waiting with the little rascal for ."
The maid laughed, "He’s still young, always hoping you’d spend more ti with him."
Mou Wen smiled but said nothing.
She wished to spend more ti with her son, but she couldn’t, she needed to make money, everything in the household costs money.
If she takes care of her son, she can’t make money.
Without being able to live properly, how could she take care of him well?
After breakfast, Mou Wen applied a light touch of makeup, then returned to the bedroom and kissed her son’s flushed face.
Only then did she go to work.
She wore a beige suit, presenting the image of a career woman, squeezing into the subway just in ti, heading to the city’s bustling CBD area.
She was deputy editor of a people magazine, but it was rely a title without actual power, just a workforce under the editor’s command.
Credit had nothing to do with them, always the first to take the fall.
Like her, three others held similar titles.
Even knowing the nature of the job, they fiercely competed for a bit of business.
Upon entering the office, a wrong atmosphere greeted her, so she knocked on the receptionist’s office door.
"What’s going on?"
"Deputy Editor Mou." The receptionist awakened from her thoughts, hurriedly replied, "The boss is here, heard he’s arguing with the editor in the office, everyone is on edge."
Her company’s na was Mingjiang.
In the realm of character interviews, they were remarkable; the company wasn’t large, there were those who covered current affairs, entertainnt, academics, and she was high-end, covering those difficult-to-interview academic figures.
She often excelled at conquering the most challenging interviews, thus she advanced rapidly since joining Mingjiang.
Of course, many were unsatisfied.
Thinking she was capable with her tactics.
Others have the right to view you however they want; naturally, you also have the right to ignore it.
She managed this well, but it was rumored that the editor and one of the co-founders, President Li, were in a relationship.
If they’re a couple, then why are they quarreling?
Is it possible they disagreed on interests?
That seed likely.
Seeing her silent, the receptionist whispered, "Deputy Editor Mou, supposedly it’s about the interview with Yanran Research Institute’s founder,
it’s a private institute, yet its standards aren’t lacking."
Mou Wen was amused, "You know too much."
The receptionist was evidently startled, covering her mouth, "Then I won’t say anymore."
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